I don't own Warriors. If I did there would be some BIG changes to it...anyways here is my story. DUST/FERN!
I slowly exhale and look at my pregnant belly .
I feel alone in the world.
My mother, Brindleface is dead.
My brother, Ashfur is dead.
Most of my kittens are either dead or don't really notice me.
My half- sister, Sandstorm ignores me.
My Foster brother, Cloudtail is too busy to stop by for a visit.
They are too busy caught up in drama. Sometimes I wish I could be a true warrior and catch prey and be with the other warriors in their den and listen to their stories.
I want someone new to talk to. I'm not saying that Daisy or Sorreltail aren't interesting enough for me, they are I guess.
I miss the true warrior life, but I can hardly remember it. It's been so long since I was a apprentice running around, chatting with the warriors.
My pale gray with darker flecks bristles with anxiety. I get anxious when I remember my age. Then I remember that a lot of my relatives are dying left and right, I pray every night to StarClan that my Ashfur is up in StarClan he was an innocent cat, I know it.
I miss my kits that have went to StarClan. My poor innocent Shrewpaw. My Hollykit and Larchkit. They were too young to just die. I lost them all too soon. I want to know about them, I want to know what they would have been like if they lived. Sadness creeps over my body. I feel like a bad mother. I want to just jump off a cliff.
The sadness goes away, temporally.
I smell a new scent in the air , one I love. One I adore. It is my mate, Dustpelt. He comes over, his dark tabby coat shimmers in the sunlight. His amber eyes twinkle. My green eyes blink violently. Ever since I was a small kit I loved Dustpelt.
He nuzzles his snout into the side of my face. I feel the loud vibration of a purr in my throat.
With everything I've lost, I gained the best thing I loved. My Dustpelt. The tom that changes my mood no matter what I'm feeling like. Dustpelt.
After he checks up on me, he trots out of the nursery. I breath in. Those few minutes with him change my day, knowing that I have so little to live for. Then I have one big thing to live for. Dustpelt.
If Dustpelt didn't care about me, I'd be dead right now. I for sure would have been dead, I'd kill myself. I love him so much, If anything ever happen to him...